Ramen noodles and Taco Bell!
Inspiration for ramen noodles comes from my insane and awesome cousin. Inspiration for Taco Bell comes from the shower.
So.
If that got your attention, I hope you enjoy my first fanfic ever that might be a two shot depending on school and reviews.
Read and review please, people! :) I look forward to being critiqued. Thankies very much.
My hands shake uncontrollably.
Hiccups ransack the room.
Salty, falling tears mix with ink stains.
Twisted black ink stains, beautiful in their own way.
They are as dark as the corruption in my heart.
Trembling fingers put down the pen.
My pen.
My only companion and closest friend.
Water runs down the curve of my cheek, past the broken curve of my lips.
A guttural chuckle bubbles past my throat as I laugh at the irony.
Friends flocked to me like shooting stars just a few days ago.
Live friends with voices and human faces.
...then again, it could have be a lifetime ago.
...this voice isn't even mine anymore.
I don't know who I am.
What I am.
Miku.
I hope you will forgive this "monster"
for simply stating her feelings.
I hope you will care about
my disappearance.
Suddenly, inwardly, I scoff at those hopes.
I was a fool to ever fall in love with her.
Relying on her pity to satisfy my death
would make me an idiot.
The chair creaks, pushes backwards.
I rise with the old and miserable grace of a wilting flower.
The pen is set back onto the smooth mahogany wood.
...that single movement occurs in slow motion with an audible thud.
Messy pink tresses sway with my movements.
...severed locks of hair also lay on the floor.
A pair of scissors keep these fallen,
corrupted
strands
company
against the stony floor.
My head rises and turns to the window.
Through the water stains,
dusty fingerprints,
and cracked panes,
I can see only freedom and not filth.
Trembling hands pluck the hammer from its heavy and lingering perch on my desk.
Shards of glass suddenly soar across the room.
Blood surges from a deep gash on my cheek.
The hammer flies through the window.
Parchment fluttering as wildly as my heart,
Eighty-seven words filled with love
hate,
and betrayal
follow the hammer in a yellowed envelope.
...seconds later,
I follow my own words.
Pain.
My life flashing before my eyes.
A grim smile,
eyes wincing
as my blood fans out against the trashy sidewalk.
I realize cynically that these few seconds could be a soap opera of sorts.
Miku.
I loved and still love you.
No amount of your cruelty would ever change that.
...stars bursting with burning pain.
Redness spatters the concrete in front of me.
I gaze at the redness in loving adoration before
my vision fades to a set of blue-lined boots
rapidly expanding in my eyes,
eyes that widen just the slightest bit
at seeing Hatsune Miku's
wailing face.
...heck, it's a lot more beautiful than her disgusted face,
but there's no noise, I muse to myself.
Then comes the peace,
the silence.
...that's when I realize time seems to be moving backwards.
Miku's boots recede.
My blood rises up almost magically from the ground,
flowing back into my broken body.
Something in my chest snaps into place.
My heartbeat roars in my ears.
I seem to be...
flying.
No.
I'm not flying.
My legs are dangling.
Feet are numb.
Toes are dead.
Arms lay uselessly by my sides.
Time is really moving backwards.
Then my vision goes black.
Hope you liked this freakishly short... experiment.
I swear there'll be more to come if you review.
Thank you for reading the first chapter of my first fanfic.